Clark had gone out to think in the fields. This was the first time this wasn't even a safe place for him to run free of the responsibility of keeping his powers inside. He couldn't blast off across while the wheat blew away from his path. Feeling like he was invincible and that nothing could touch him was oddly freeing, but everyday he started feeling like more and more things could. Whatever the Brain InterActive Construct had with him could cause Clark to weaken, and now Kenny has powers like him. Clark felt more vulnerable by the day, and without answers, he was lost on what he would never find out if he did actually die. He had walked across the fields as he contemplated this. He heard more since the drive-in, so any sound alerting him back home would tell him when he would need to go back.
One thing he noticed on the walk compared to before was a blue light from a shed. He knew the shed before. Pa simply told him that's where he kept old car parts. Busted hubcaps and engines that fell apart before their time. Clark wondered why one of them would be causing a reflection. Couldn't be a light, as the shed was too far away from the road to come from cars. He looked behind and saw that Jonathan had arrived. Clark could risk looking around a bit at whatever this was. He started moving forward to see the strange flare.
"Heard you were out here." A mysterious stranger had said behind him. Clark was quickly startled, but straightened up slowly. Vell Willis was behind him. "You saved my life. I just wanted to thank you." Vell said wholeheartedly. Clark didn't know what to say. Saving his friends was one thing when they had no knowledge of what happened, but now someone actually knows what he did. "I'm just glad you're okay." Clark said while shifting along the dirt paths there in the farm grounds.
"I'm fine, but what about you?" Vell asked in concern, but also out of curiosity. She was always a scientist first, and what she saw earlier was what defied the kind of laws she even broke. "I'm… fine." Clark would usually answer with some minor injury as the lie, but this time there was no point. He gave her the real answer. Nothing happened to him.
"Good. I mean- Of course you would be. But-" She rambled a bit until she saw his flannel shirt ripped apart in the back with some remaining scorches, but with his skin left completely unmarked or damaged in any way. "He still hit you, didn't he?" Vell added questioningly. Clark looked behind him to see the ruined shirt. Clark turned around to cover them. "I was. I moved to save you, not myself." Clark admitted. "Why? Why did you feel the need to save me? You weren't in danger there if you had stayed hidden. You could've called your parents when it was all over." Vell wondered. She knew she wasn't well liked in Keystone, and nobody would stick their neck out before. She hadn't exactly been ethical with her experiments. Why Clark would save her was something she couldn't figure out. "I just felt it was the right thing to do. Seeing them hurt you wasn't something I could just watch. With all I can do, I couldn't sit around. Not like that." Clark replied. "That kind of responsibility isn't on your shoulders. Frankly I had it coming. For what I did to Kenny. Sometimes doing nothing is the best thing that can be done." Vell advised. Clark didn't believe it. He never would.
"What about your daughter?" Clark asked. Vell looked at him, questioning how he could have heard that. "I can hear more now. Not sure how, but it's something I can do now." Clark answered.
"She's better off without me. Constantly looking over her shoulder as she grows up." Vell confessed in defeat. She recognized the same feeling in Clark. The feeling that anyone could get them both. "Do you feel that? With your own secret?" Vell added. Clark thought about it briefly, but then looked towards his home with a smile. "Not really. I know that no matter what danger comes, they'll always be there to guide me through it. I believe in you too. You have something to fight for. Something good. I don't have to look over my shoulder, not completely." He continued back out to the fields. Vell looked back to him. "Where are you going?"
"There's something I need to look for"
At the site of the explosion, fire trucks had started arriving. Chief Cushing sent them all in full force that night with their lights blaring. They all were ready to contain the blaze, however unexpected it came. Police arrived first, whose priority was to make sure this not only stays contained, but also quiet. This wouldn't become a public incident on their watch. They split off around the crash site to recover bodies of the drivers. One officer moved closer to the backside of the broken down vehicle. Seeing the fallen awning move had startled her. She called it in. "This is Fowell-38. I got a 10-89. Something is moving around the right side of the wreckage." She examined it as she saw the awning be lifted by someone. The struggle of the arm underneath was showing as the hand and fingers were shaking vigorously. She offered her assistance. This allowed the arm to get through, but unexpectedly, she found a line of electricity flowing out of the sleeve of the pinned down man. She saw him struggle to get out from underneath, but then saw him smile. Before she could radio it in to the other officers, the electric whip lashed forward to cut through the awning, and cut off the cop's arm in the process. She screamed out in pain. However, before she alerted the rest in her horror filled screams, the whips reached around her, still at the same heat level as when they cut through the awning. It killed her as it burnt through her body. Her remains fell to the ground below as Braverman lifted himself up from the crash site which now laid burning once more. The firefighters moved back and started prepping their hoses to fire. Not realizing that Kenny was still there. He precisely shot out the whips into the streams of water, electrocuting both of the firefighters instantly. It knocked them back towards their trucks. He ran forward. Knowing who to take his anger out on. The one who turned him into the freak he is, Vell Willis, and the man he resents above all else.
"Clark Kent!"
